Luna made a small sound of delight at being pulled into his lap - the sound was half for show (oh you big strong man! Oh, I'm so delicate!) and half because it rather did delight her to be pulled onto someone's lap.
"It does," she told him truthfully. "You here in your magical house, being consulted by gods, all of them longing for a taste of your magic or wise insight." He'd been an advisor to King Arthur once, hadn't he? Perhaps his place in the world hadn't changed that much since then.
"If I was something more than a simple mortal," she added, letting her fingers walk down the buttonline of his shirt, "I would probably have already come crawling for you to teach me magic."